I don’t even know who you are anymore
In a strangely angled picture beneath a pseudonym
You digitally enhance the vibrancy of the colors
Compromising authenticity for “something more”
Perhaps a potential lover. You create such vicious cycles.
There is no consideration of real or fake.
Passersby double take mistaking you for someone genuine
For someone beautiful, for someone honest, for Someone…
If identity retains any worth, keep this promise.
That in one instance, it will occur to you.
That name and that face are mere fabrications.